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Dearest Emma, there's a ghost in the town |
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A ghost in the town from where you came |
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Dearest Emma, there are cracks on the wall |
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Voices in the hall that can't escape |
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Can you remember when we all were young |
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When we all were much younger than today? |
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And have you noticed all the signs on the road |
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Causing all who pass to know to please be safe? |
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And I won't keep quiet for the harm I've caused |
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And I can't read wrinkles on your face |
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And I don't have penance for the things I've done |
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I can't explain |
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There is a photo on the dash of our car |
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That has recently gone dark from all the sun |
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Could you imagine if our skin were to fall |
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Would the world just be appalled at what we've done? |
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Dearest Emma, there's a ghost in our town |
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A ghost in the town from where you came |
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All the nights that the dogs wouldn't bark |
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I stare with no remark, a cryin' shame |
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There's a crack in the center of our kitchen floor |
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And I'm curious of what it could destroy |
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As I reach my hand into the dark below |
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I hear your voice |
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And if you want me, like I want you |
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A slow escape of all that's made |
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Our purest stolen virtue |
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And if you need me, like I need you |
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Then that ghost that bore itself below |
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Won't bother me, and babe, it won't bother you |
